NFL Romance

Get ready to fall in love with this new standalone sports romance from New York Times bestselling
author Kim Karr.

He’s the newly drafted
quarterback.

Hot. Arrogant. Too
sexy for words.

Ready to score.

I’m an athletic
intern, and the coach’s daughter.

Driven. Determined.
Prepared to conquer the world.

Completely off-limits.

You get the picture.

The NFL is full of
rules. Rules I’ve never broken. Never challenged. Never even scratched—until
the day Lucas Carrington crashes into my life with his hard body and
I-don’t-give-a-f*ck attitude.

After I almost
injure my father’s star player, I volunteer to make sure he’s in top
shape. At first, it’s hell. I don’t like his cockiness, his easy smile. Don’t
like the way he oozes sex. Or how his penetrating eyes follow me
everywhere.

That doesn’t stop me
from wanting him.

He’s meant to be a
distraction—something to occupy my mind for these precious few remaining hot
summer nights before I’m forced to leave football behind forever.

I know what we’re
doing will lead nowhere good. I know we’re crossing the line. And I know my
father will never understand.

I have to say, I haven’t finished reading this book yet, but I wanted to book a quick review here for what I’ve read so far. So far, so good. I really enjoy a strong female who is working in a boys world. The chemistry between these two are just heating up. It’s definitely something to pick and start reading if you love NFL romance. – I’ll edit my review once I’m finished. For now, Congratulations to the author on her new release!

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Disappointed, she unwrapped her arms from her body, and then
pivoted on her toe in the direction of the open door. “Then it looks like we
have nothing further to discuss, Lucas.”

I reached for her and tugged her to me. “I don’t want to
want you,” I breathed, my mouth hovering just centimeters from hers.

Gillian tried to pull away, but not whole-heartedly. If she
wanted me to let her go, I would have, but I knew she didn’t. “Then stop,” she
sighed.

I took her face in my hands. “I can’t. I don’t know how to.”

“Neither do I,” she whispered.

Unable to stop myself, I crashed my lips to hers and drove
my tongue into her mouth to retrace every inch that I had explored days ago.